Sunday, October 26, 2008

whipping fete...

it was dawn...
the sun had just begun to rise...as the town of badjoude appeared before our eyes, people slowly trickled out of their homes and joined us at what during the day was the market...they too came to see the fight...not knowing what to expect but having had visions about it since it was first told to me, i stood there on the road waiting with great anticipation...this would be my first time witnessing such a spectacle...in the distance whistles were blown along with faint chanting...they were on their way...it seemed that they were coming from all directions...i looked down the main road but saw nothing...as the chanting and whistling got louder a different set of whistles from another direction began also followed by chanting...i kept looking in all directions trying to find the source of all this noise but nothing...just as i gave up and started walking back to the crowd something caught my eye...over the hill you could see whips suspended in the air marching towards us in unison...
the walking whips seemed to deceive us but only for a short time soon we could see that they were attached to the men who continued to march towards us...the chanting grew much louder once they came over the hill...at the same time another group of men and whips were coming from the other direction blowing whistles and chanting a different song in unison...as the men of both groups got closer i noticed something that didn't fit: some of the men were wearing woman's clothing...shirts, tight tank tops even bras that were stuffed to look like real breast...some even wore wigs and lipstick...it was a bit bizarre since there are strict gender roles and rules here: men would never do woman's work yet on this day they dress as the opposite sex...
other men were dressed in a woven cloth wrapped around their waists and usually a matching one around their heads...others were dressed in leather skirts covering their lower half with strips of leather hanging down and a string of peanuts or other things criss-crossed across their chest and back and a feathered headdress to top it off...
other older men would be carrying around several whips like a caddy carries golf clubs for a golfer... some even attached little stuffed animals to their shirts or headdress...finally as both crowds neared us they started to dance, stomp and chant in place to taunt each other...this lasted for sometime until someone jumped over to the grass area and then the two groups followed...even quicker the crowd ran to follow and i stood there for a split second wondering what to do... i decided to run right after everyone as well...the whipping started at once, disorganized and out of nowhere...men were whipping each other then would throw their arms up in the air in triumph as other men usually older would run over to cheer him on...it was complete chaos...there were men running around with animal bones pretending they were cell phones, using them to make phone calls or others had video cameras and were filming the crowd pretending to take photos of us...every once in a while a whip would come flying in my direction but i was too busy watching and taking pictures to the whipping to notice that i was getting hit...soon enough the chaos turned into organized one-on-one whipping combat...each man received three chances to whip their opponent...once he had his three they would switch and the other guy had his chance to whip three times...on the third hit the "caddies" would jump in to make sure nothing further was done and the fight was over...from another part of the field people would start pushing to clear the area...the two fighters would be the only ones left in the center...a new fight would begin...this would happen many times you never knew when or where a fight would start...sometimes i was caught right next to a fighter...i took those opportunities to take great photos but almost got crushed with a whip at the same time...at one point a friend and i held hands trying to get out of the center of one fight only to end up in the center of another...the adrenaline rush was awesome; nowhere was i going to have the chance to see something like this...our group got separated throughout the fighting and it wasn't until a few hours later when we returned to kate's house did we finally see each other again...

Monday, October 13, 2008

the twins...

latifatou, moises, shabi and i were sitting on my porch in the middle of a conversation when agnes, the pharmacist, ran over to my house with a flat, metal container in her hand...a woman next door to agnes was in labor and ready to give birth as we spoke...since moises arrived on his moto latifa grabbed his keys without asking as i grabbed my helmet...as i jumped on the moto that latifa has already started up, agnes handed me the metal container...suddenly we were off to find the woman...by the time we arrived she had already given birth right in the grass to twins: a boy and a girl...they were so small and barely moving...i opened the container to find gloves, scissors, and 2 small clamps...latifa put on the gloves before tying off and cutting the ambilical cords...as she was doing this, she yelled for some cloth and a basin...an older woman handed me the cloths which i quickly arranged them for wrapping up the kids to take to the health center...once the babies were wrapped, we placed them in the basin...latifa then assisted the mother with the afterbirth and afterwards wrapped the mother up to soak up the blood and extra fluids...as she was working on mom, i grabbed the basin with the twins and took them over to the moto...latifa instructed the mom to stay put and bring the kids to the center...she jumped on the moto and signaled for me to get on...my instincts were immediately in gear, i put on my helmet, picked up the basin and hopped on without thinking twice...it wasn't until we started moving that i suddenly realized that i was carrying two newborns in a basin on a motocycle...'don't you dare drop them' played in my mind like a broken record as we rode over rocks, bumps and other challenges to getting these babies to the health center safely...the faster latifa went, the harder i held on to the basin until we reached the center...

i hopped off just as fast as i hopped on and ran into the delivery room with the basin where francoise, the matron (midwife's assistant) was waiting...as soon as i got off, latifa had taken off for the mother...carefully francoise grabbed the babies from the basin, placed them on a bed and began to clean them off, weight, measure and clothe them...in the meantime, latifa arrived with the mother and placed her on the delivery table to make sure the placenta had been completely removed...when a woman gives birth at the hospital they are supposed to bring extra rags, soap, petroleum jelly and clothes for the baby...the father was somewhat paralyzed from the waist down and used a hand-pedal wheelchair to get around or placed flip-flops on his hands and dragged his feet along behind him for shorter distances...the mother was also partly paralyzed except it was her leg and arm on the left side...i have no idea what the father does but mom is a seller at the market...they also have 2 other girls: 3 and 6 years old...the family was so poor that all they had were rags...there was nothing to clothe the children in...

harmattam had just started so the temperature was starting to cool down...the babies needed to be properly dressed so i asked if we could all chip in money and buy the children some clothes...agnes who had been waiting for us at the health center collected money and went a few villages over to buy baby clothes...while agnes was gone, mother and twins were placed in the hopital section where they would stay for a few days before returning home...a few hours later agnes returned with the clothes for the twins...the mother was very touched and grateful that she kept thanking us over and over...

the following wednesday the mother had brought the twins for vaccinations...she was having a hard time breastfeeding them which we were very concerned about...we kept encouraging her to keep trying...i also made it a point to visit the family once a week, just to see how the family was doing and to monitor the progress of the twins...around the end of october i made my third visit to their home...'good afternoon'...'how are you?' 'and your husband?' 'and your girls?' 'and the twins?'...'the girl died'...'WHAT!'...'yeah, she died last week'...'of what'...'oh, we don't know she just died.'...and like that life goes on...i was astonished at their casualness when they said she died...it was as if that happens every day like brushing your teeth...or eating...something you don't think twice about...ironically, here in africa children die all the time for no reason at all...out of every 5 babies born today 1 will never reach its 5th birthday...out of every 1,000 live births, 32 children will die at birth, 35 will die within the first 2 months, 129 will die between 1 and 5 years old...so the death of the twin girl was no surprise to anyone, except to me...